Minion Horde Raiding Party Leader
Have you seen my Minion Raiding Party?
My Minion Raiding Party kicked your butt
I love my Minion Raiding Party, but not all at once
My Minion Raiding party broke your nose
My Minion Raiding Party can beat up your Minion Raiding Party
My Minion Raiding Party stole all my clothes
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Summer Bloodies 2014 - Best New Character
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Summer Bloodies 2014 - Sexiest Man
Summer Bloodies 2014 - Prom King
Best RP May 2014
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Celebrating Nine years of Bloodletting - October 2015
I roamed the realm on Christmas Day 2015
Blood Dagger commemorating the Bloodletting 12th Anniversary
I Celebrated Christmas 2018 in the Realm

Chews her gum loudly and with an open mouth. Gum flies out of mouth and into Jacksons hair. O.O ~oh sh-t~ "Imm get that right out Jack...promise not to tell Liv! :/
Genty tugs at his head to remove the gum...and Hair

*thinks* You wouldn't eat my face off would you? I mean, I do look like a Panda...*pictures herself as a Panda riding a Lycan Jacks, snorts hard* That might be hilarious but uh...youtube.*holds the can of beer to Jacks' mouth, tipping it carefully so as not to spill a drop* McDonald's? I could go for a coffee! *probably doesn't need any more stimulants* And one chicken nugget. Just one.

*blinks* Are people talking about a rampaging Panda?
*shifty eyes* I didn't do it...maybe.
*stares nervously at can of beer*
*cackles at Pandabutt**takes the can and points forward* Onward my good Sir!

Livia appraised Jacks as he spoke, cerulean pools gazing upwards, searching the man's baby blues for how he really felt. The male was always a bit of an enigma to the Slayer but then, now she understood why. And she admired him more for it.

As Jacks laughed and pointed to something, a curious glance led her attention to an old antique; some frightening and obscure bauble that sat in a window they passed. Banish her? Livia barked a loud, long laugh as she realised what the male was saying. "I'll grab my voodoo books while you buy the trinket with the company credit card? We'll make it a Netflix, voodoo ritual then chill night."

And by Netflix and chill, that's exactly what she and her bestie guy pal person did. Watched movies, eat a sh*tton of popcorn and forget about the fvcked up, dumpster fire lives they both lived.

As he moved to peel her off of him, Jane’s teeth ground lightly, instinct nearly causing her to swing at Jackson as soon as she felt him touch her. Her own small feet carried her another step back, and frail fingers patted at careless platinum curls. "I would say no, but you haven’t believed that since the get-go."

She kicked a leg out, mimicking the motion of kicking. In the same turn, her arms crossed loosely over her chest. Jackson was one of the last people she’d seen. Ironic that he’d be the first when she returned.

"I just... got back. I didn’t know if I’d so much as find a familiar face." She could hear a hint of vulnerability threaten her tone, and so she added: "Too bad I didn’t happen upon a prettier one."

She whipped around without missing a beat, staring a little longer than she’d intended. "I look like sh!t?!" Her first instinct was to go on the defensive, "Time has not been kind to you, Jackson." She paused, fighting the urge to sling choice words at the man, but instead hurled herself forward and wrapped her arms around his neck in a friendly embrace. "I haven’t seen a familiar face in-“ It didn’t matter. He was proof that her freedom was real.

Livia laughed at Jackson's joke about looking drab when, honestly, people were probably wondering what the Hell this male was doing with her. As they walked and he talked, the Slayer listened intently to what Jacks was saying. She trusted Jackson, she knew there had to be a logical explanation. What he gave though, was more than she expected and it left her suddenly feeling ill. For him...not because of his actions. The two had never shared their pasts; they just understood that bad things happened to each and there was no real necessity to pick at old wounds. Until now.

And she felt awful for having to ask. Really. Livia just wanted to crawl in a hole with a bottle of cheap tequila or whisky and just pretend that she didn't force her best friend to relive the most haunting and horrible memory of his life.

"I'm so sorry Jacks...I didn't realise." She was dumbfounded, truly. How do you come back from that? What words could anyone offer to soothe that pain and smooth over that line of questioning? She had none really. A deep sigh escaped her as slender fingers dug for a cigarette from the pack in her pocket. "So it was all an accident, a horrible one but nothing you intended to do..." Two white sticks were produced, one offered to Jacks while the other found it's rightful spot between Livia's scarred lips. "I hope you don't beat yourself up too bad friend...you shouldn't. It was obviously an accident." Her head found rest on his shoulder. "What a brat she is...to bring something so painful up. I can understand why you haven't spoken to her for so long."

Livia dawdled at a few stands as she waited, they were some remarkable vendors with fresh fruit she couldn't ignore...of course. Everything on display was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the fruit stands in Paris. Almost. As she slipped her newly acquired pears and currants into her messenger bag, a familiar voice caught her ear. Turning towards Jackson's voice, a bright smile on scarred visage, she pressed a kiss to his cheek gingerly.

"You are late." She ribbed him. The male was surprisingly fast in his response truth be told. Livia was sure she would be waiting for at least a half hour. "But I am going to assume it was because you were getting pretty."

Looping her arm around Jackson's, the young woman began to lead him through the busy market, past bustling people that were either working or antiquing. To everyone around, they would look the happy couple when really they would be discussing business. Of a serious nature. "So please explain why your sister told me you killed her...is she insane? Did you really kill her? Do you really have a sister? Or is this some thirsty baby mama looking to cash in?"

*nods as she listens* *tips her head back to let the tears that formed at his kind words to dissipate* I'll be fine. Always am. *brave smile* Don't worry, I won't bug you with emo stuff again.*hugs once more before she takes leave* You're a good friend Jacks. Thank you for being here...I mean it. And I expect you to do the same. If something is bothering you, I've always got a shoulder or an ear...I'll even take you for ice cream after.

*was fine until his kind words**eyes well with tears**hasn't cried in front of anyone in years?**sobs* I'm sorry Jacks. I know you're probably going through some sh*t yourself and the last thing you need is me being a baby.*hugs tight* Everything is going to be ok. Right? Soon. Everything will work itself out. Just takes time.*is she trying to convince him or herself? They both had their own personal issues*

-shoves hands into pockets- Ja.. Livia was the same way. But I think it was a defense mechanism. -contemplates his Liebste's current situation- People change though, hm? Livia is devoted to him. It pains me to see her upset but what can you do? -tilts head- Maybe you should speak to Dessa.

*hands on hips**stares and listens**Wait...what?!**gasps* But...*watches Jacks stomp off all dramatic**calls out after* FINE! I'LL JUST GO STARE AT...*tries to think of something scorching...but can't* I'LL JUST GO STARE AT SOMEONE THAT IS JUST AS MUSCULAR AND AND...*fails*

She chuckled and gave a knowing nod. “Kinda like having a birthday! Older...I guess? Supposed to be wiser..fat chance.” Her laughter carried down the hall. At his offer to help, she glanced down at her healthily packed carry on bag. It was just a carry on. But she DID pack as much as she could on those things. She could take care of it herself. But what was the harm in accepting help? Oi, that was a question for the therapist. Should she ever be so daft to see one, that is. “Well I’ll be damned, chivalry is not dead after all. Sure, I’m a...I’m going…” Where the f-ck was she going? Her brows knitted together and eyes narrowed in thought. “Christ on a cracker, I can’t remember if I’m coming or going. Going? That sounds right.” Her phone pinged, indicating her Uber had arrived. “Yup, going. To a bar, then...to work maybe, then on to the next adventure.”

*giggles quietly, steps back from the hug* More silky than Zohan.*cants head* But in all seriousness, you did an amazing job. I'm proud of you.*not that her opinion really matters but she is extremely proud* It's a hard rank to reach, you did it with much grace.

Dragging her carry-on luggage behind her, either to or from was anyones guess, Summer looked around the Azhi compound for Jackson. Keeping largely to herself, she wasn’t even sure she could pick him out of a lineup. Finally spotting a likely suspect, she shot a wide smile. “Hey, congrats on the rank up! Well deserved, sir!”

Livia gazed back at Jacks, half-c*cked grin tugging the right corner of her mouth upwards. If only he knew that the beer was light, he might not be so quick to invite her to join him. Or maybe he did and it was going to be his chance to strangle her dumb ass. A broader smile turned damaged flesh further in on itself as a laugh barked out. Turning to catch the door with her back, Livia gave a slight push. "Sure, but I'll be having a 'real' beer...unlike you my pretty, pretty princess."

She should probably run right about now. Really. Like seriously. Giving Jacks a light beer was like poking a bear with a short stick.

*cants head* You don't think it's enough?*takes a sip* We're totally gonna get beer bellies.*looks at her abs compared to Jacks* Ok, I'm going to get a beer belly and you're just going to get a six pack instead of a 8 pack or 10 pack, whatever. *grumbles that her washboard isn't nearly as washboardy as his*

*grins* I hate kids. *laughs hysterically**stops* I mean, for myself. I would protect a child from harm...I don't mind being an aunt or something. As long as it goes back home after a few hours.*blinks* Oh god...*fake panics...takes another long drag from her cigarette* Quick Jacks, grab your Spidey suit! I've got an important job for you to do!*runs*

I live with Lloyd and his dog Clark Kent. We're together. Get with the program and come visit! I think Noah would be ecstatic. He doesn't throw wars of dollar bills at random ladies anymore. He does have a habit of 'making rain' by drowning the couch cushions in Monopoly money.

I mean, I'm always high and I think I do alright. *blinks* Generally speaking... *changes subject* So we'll need surfboards and some wetsuits, bit cold to be surfing in the States right now. You think you could roll a few surfers?

*reaches out as she feels herself lowering to the ground quickly**relaxes as she's caught and righted**smooths out her clothes...nods* To Los Angeles...because good things ALWAYS happen there for me. *grimaces and pulls at his wrist* C'mon. I need a body guard while the husband sleeps. *grins*

*starts to get paranoid* *pulls out phone* Text to:JackFrom: Cait
Are you allergic to club soda?
*pauses before hitting send*Oh. I better not. He gets grumpy without his drink. *accidentally hits send instead of delete* ..I'm SO dead.

Oh, that, yeah. I work out.
-hair flip-
-non chalant muscle flex-Did you say alcohol? What? Why didn't you say so! Let's get you some new bottles!
-toooootally didn't avoid the question about the prank war or anything-

Caitlyn was horrible at such things. Actually, sometimes she was rather decent. Who was someone she hadn't gotten in awhile? Jackson. She had heard where she might be able to find him, and laid in wait. Already she could feel the withdrawal symptoms of not having her squeaky toy settle in.

She waited for him to leave his prized booze unsupervised. By his leaving the premises or him passing out. Armed to the max with a liter of a clear liquid. She tiptoed around and took quick care to refill the booze with the ever potent Club Soda. Did it stop? Oh no. She made sure to leave a trail of confetti and glitter on the way out.

*cringes as a window breaks**thinks maybe she should find that beer eventually and wipe her fingerprints from it...acuz Sprew**chuckles at Jacks' alleged devastation* Awwww...I'm touched really. In the head. But seriously, we still haven't found that beach. Are we not drinking enough? *chugs the bottle of beer*

*watches eagerly**presses lips together to keep from laughing**nods**cackles at Jacks' words**tosses him a Newcastle...because amazing**cracks one open for herself*Better now? Maybe I should include a snickers?*grins*

*looks down at the shoes, says a prayer for their sole...ba dum tss**stares at now bared feet*I think I'll be alright...*runs and jumps on Jacks' back regardless* ONWARD!*might have smoked just a wee too much oregano*

*grins* I finally found it?*cants head to look up at Jacks* I went scuba diving...MUSA. Amazing.*cracks open her own beer* I've got pictures and everything...*eyes brighten* And this!*reaches in her bag**pulls out a Calavera skull and a perverse shot glass* For you and the Missus.

Text to: Jack
Noah won't stop calling people hookers. HELP. SOS. Some of these chicks look scary. I'm in line at the grocery store and I tried to distract him with candy, but he won't stop. What do I do?! I mean..some of them could be. Might be. OH GOD I'M GOING TO DIE AT THE BLOODY MARKET

*wanders up with a small round bandaid on her forehead* So I was made a unicorn tonight...with a dart. *stares at* So yea, there's that...*sips at the Patron bottle she holds* We need to find this beach Jacks.

*lays in a puddle of beer**shakes head side to side* Not at the beach...*starts to nod**scared awake at urgency in Jacks' voice**jumps up**falls down immediately* Where's the beach?!*stares at Jacks' shoe*

*wakes up facedown**on the sidewalk**chewing gum stuck to face**still drunk**looks at Jackson* My mouth tastes like a puma sh*t in it.*rolls onto back**blinded by sun* I need a vacation. From my vacation.

Camille saunters by and showers tiny little bottles of vodka and tequila all over the place. Christmas has come early for the Realm drunks and Camille is the perpetually oblivious Santa of liquor thievery.

*plops down on the couch next to Jackson**nudges with elbow**holds out a beer**stares at nothing* Do you think that maybe there's an alternate universe out there staring back at us? Like we're pawns in a game of chess? *blinks and looks at her beer*

Her lips press into a tight line at first, the audacity of the man before her never ceasing to amaze. But its not long before a pale brow raises over her icy gaze and the corner of her mouth upturns into something a bit more humorous.

Oh, Jackie-boy. Nice to see you, too. I was wondering how long it was going to take you to come 'round. Missed me and my pocket diving, did you? Her words are sharp but there's a playful expression dancing throughout her stare.

Camille put her ball point pen to a dull piece of paper, blue ink (as always) flowing freely across the page as she jotted a few quick lines. When she was done, she folded the note and stuffed it in to an envelope, accompanied by a small portion of cash. She would not mail the letter, but would instead opt to leave it in a place that she was certain Jackson would come across it.
The girl had become quite fond of the dramatics.

Dearest Jackson,
Enclosed you'll find a sampling of what I swiped whilst you were not paying attention. Do invest in something a little more... Secure, won't you?

'Stay calm, Caitlyn.' She rehearsed into her head. It wasn't a time to give up, nor was it a time to break in front of a police station. Though the bounce to her step was gone. The pimp to her stride was paralyzed. The click of her heels replaced with plastic flops against the pavement.After she broke off the hug she saw his smile, and at least it was a sincere one. It made a small one resurface to her features, even as she tried to hide the mess she had become. Though asking him to bail her out of a jail was a slight cry out of how far she had fallen recently.

"Ok, are you sure you want to know? It's going to disappoint you." Because when she misbehaved, she wasn't really a bad girl. Drinking out of the milk carton via mouth was typically how far she had gone criminal wise. Or the occasional lockup after the wolf gained complete control. The stronger she became was only good because the wolf was kept at bay. Yet with the current circumstances it had started to regain more control. She reached an arm around him and cushioned her head against his shoulder on the trip to the bike. Caitlyn took his hand and sat behind him on the bike. "Can we go to..hmm..a coffee shop? I just want to smell the coffee." One point for odd.

Exaggeration took possession of her thoughts and her actions. She must have been pressed up into the corner of the cell for hours. Her knees up against her chest, as her bunk mates rambled on about their wrong doings of getting put into jail. Just in those few minutes it took Jackson to at least get to where she was, she learned the toothbrush was a terrifying weapon. It almost made her question if she ever wanted to hold one in her grasp again. Tears trailed down her cheek, that she instantly caught on the back of her thumb. Being what she was she had witnessed and even worked with vicious animals. Newly turned werewolves that hadn't learned control were a cake walk to these girls.

Her hands trailed down from her face to fidget with her jumpsuit. Then she heard the name, "Emerson" it took quite a few minutes to dawn on her that they meant her. She would of easily responded to Noire. Hanging her legs over the bunk she slipped off the top. Not expecting the shank to be delivered to her side, and that was ill fate for the one that had taken upon themselves to voice her departure that way. "Lock down" The words meant nothing to her as her hand closed around the woman's throat and she tossed her as far from her as she could. She removed the toothbrush shank from her abdomen, as the guard escorted her to where she would see the light of day.

The man behind the counter glanced to Jackson, and opened a file drawer taking out a lengthy folder."Caitlyn Emerson. Yeah she is here. I'll have one of the guards usher her back in after the paperwork." Paperwork that probably if recreated would equal the sum of a whole tree. Meanwhile the guard took out the sharpened toothbrush out of her side. "Alright look. It looks like you made bail. Let's get this..."his voice trailed as the injury had already started to slowly regenerate to normal. Caitlyn had became very silent during this transition. They gave her a plastic bag with her items she had been incarcerated with. When the metal door was opened by the keypad, she inner squealed in delight. Her long lashes batted to the guard, "Can I keep my orange jumpsuit?" The guard shook his head and pointed her in the direction of the public bathroom. A familiar person flickered in the corner of her eye, so he had came.

After what felt like hours of final decrees and inmate release forms. She was released to Jackson, and she walked up to him in orange flip flops. Sheesh what was she thinking about the wardrobe? Then again someone doesn't just randomly say 'Oh I'm going to wear this because I'm getting arrested.' Blue-green eyes had already started to water. "Thank you Jackson. I'm sorry to bother you..but it was really scary in there." She pouts slightly, and even finds it sadder that they didn't give her the orange jumpsuit permanently.

After each word she darted her eyes from the phone to the guard sworn to keep her contained. He could have spoke coldly the words, but at least someone was there to tell her everything would be okay. She hunched closer to the phone, and even though it was hooked to the wall tried to bring it against her bosom for just comfort. Like she had done for Noah when he was a child, yet she was the child in this situation herself.

Everything shook from her vocals to the fingers that held the receiver to her lips. "Oh...o..ookay." She spoke through deep breaths as she tried to hold onto her composure. It was times like these technology was in her favor, because they could easily paint a picture. A picture of someone strong, but Caitlyn, to those who knew her closely, knew she wasn't strong at all mentally. Sure, she had abs of steal, and if she used it probably a good right hook.

However, those muscles were there because the self destructive beast that lurked inside her. Her tone was meek, and he asked the inevitable question. Where the blood hell was she? Blue-green eyes flickered panicking over the details of the room. Most of the words on the papers were too legal smegal for her to understand. She glanced to the guard as his steps paused in front of her. "Excuse me, gent. Where am I?" The small voice carried barely audible for a question, and the guard pried the receiver from her hand. Only to murmur the location before the phone was slammed into the cradle. Something along the lines of "California state prison."

The authoritative figure glanced to the redhead, and took hold of her wrist tugging her towards her fate. "I have my eye on you, Emerson."

A million questions jogged in her mind on repeat. For the love of oranges, what if he wasn't even home? What if he was asleep? How the hell would she get out of this place now? A guard stood a few feet from her with a tranquilizer ready. Please, as if she were some sort of..

Her fingers twirled the spiral chord of the the phone nervously. The chills pierced down her spine, was there really a reason for a place like this to be so cold? Caitlyn's brows furrowed as finally her prayers or lack thereof were answered. His voice could have been demonic itself, but she wouldn't have cared.

Where the bloody hell would she tell him to go? Surely there had to be some sign of where she had gotten into trouble at. It could have been right in front of her face, but her eyes darted frightened even over the slightest bit of information. Nothing was holding in her mind, and all she could see was the guard readying himself to escort her to her cell.

It had been quite some time since she was alone in her apartment. No child to run around, no toys to be picked up, no husband watching the football. She didn't even know how it had happened, or how to get herself out of the mess she did. It felt like a matter of seconds had passed, as the guards clutched onto her arms and dragged her in. All she could muster out of her throat was a demanding voice, "I get one call!" Which under most guidelines she was correct. After they had taken her possessions they gave her some time to make her one plea of escape.

At least they gave her an orange jumpsuit, but even that didn't even crack a smirk. Her fingers wrapped around the phone, as she lifted it from the receiver. The dial tone was her companion, because as her mind raced through the people to call. Eden, Alex, Dane, Julliet, they were all gone. Her eyes closed as she felt the water build up behind them. The small breaths staggered and became less frequent when the first tear dropped down her cheek. There was only one other number she knew. At least she could hope, that he hadn't left too. Trembled fingers touched against the cold numbers on the keypad and she heard the ring. "Jackson..Pick up.."

*Wraps an arm around his waist.*You always were somewhat of a drifter?
*Grins and takes the opportunity to gnaw on the orange.*Thanks! Well..you know me and trouble. I did get knocked up while you were gone?